The state chronicle. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1883-1893, 1887-04-14
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tions she will doubtless regret that she
had not long ago joined her predecessors
in a better world. Between reading reso-
lutions of American legislation, and the
Irish agitation, the Queen lot is not much
happier than that of the Gar. She is
murdered by dynamite on paper; he dodges
real dynamite.
The last issue of the Winston Sentinel,
published 10y the energetic, progressive and
talented young journalist, Mr.. Edward A.
Oldham, celebrates, under the present
management, its fourth anniversary, by
giving a we'll written and detailed sketch
of Winston Salem industries, railroad ia
cilties, her present prosperous condition
and speaking i'll glowing terms of her
bright future, &c, &c. The Sentinel was
established in 1852, but has only been un-
der the supervision of Mr. Oldham four
years. When this gentleman first took
charge, it was little out-of-the-way
western paper, with only about four hun
dred subscribers. Mr.. Oldham, by his in
defatigable energy and talent, his high
regard for all things pertaining to and ad-
vancing the interests of North Carolina
and North Carolinians, and, above all, his
unwavering allegiance to true Democ
racy, has made it, confessedly, one of
the most readable papers in the State,
having list of four thousand sub
scribers. This, in itself, is :, sufficient
proof of its high standing among the peo-
pie. Only few weeks ago Mr.. Oldham
was offered most flattering position with
large salary, to take the editorial
management of paper in another State,
bat after viewing the situation lin extern
So his love of North Carolina triumphed
aud he, as many true North Carolinians
before, came 10 the conclusion that the
''old North State was good enough 1t is
our sincere hope that he will continue to
think so and that he will ever remain with
US, and that we will continue to see the
Sentinel celebrate its annual anniversaries.
| SPRING POETRY.
| 1t is not often that the CHRONICLE pub
fishes original poetry. We cannot afford
| it because-bec.,use the kind sent us is
usually not poetry. But when a ''gem of
purest ray serene falls into our hands,
! fresh from the pen of a talented young
and aspiring North Caroiinian, we gladly
| open our columns and welcome the new
candidate for honors at the hands of his
countrymen.
A few days ago ''ayouth to fortune and
to fame unknown" (he deserves to be
"nameless evernore'' sent US the accom-
panying poem and preface. In his private
matical mistakes and print. If there is
any serious mistake. i. e., net written as
poetry should be, please assign it to the
| waste basket
Our waste basket was already full OF
poetical etfusions-that is our apology for
publishing. The following is the poem:
To SaiIie.-By A. Il. c.
| The circumstances which induced the
writing Of the following lines are as fol
lows: A young man, living i'll the coun
| try, was going TO see young lady who
left the country and went to a certain city
to live; it was hought that she had kick
| Gu Hlil, Tue dutuOl NlolO.
All, Sallie, my love.
So beautiful, and meek as dove,
! From me, thou hast flown,
| Yea, flown never to return:
| An, can it be, Sallie, my love?
Sallie, the one most dear to my heart,
From me now must part,
Yes, from me, thou hast flown,
So it must be that can
| Never call you my own;
From me, thou did'st rove,
Yes, Sallie, my love.
With many curl upon thy brow,
| With many smile upon thy face,
Another now, within thy bosom,
Will find place.
| Farewell, farewell, FAREWELL
Where you will find another
| So true, l cannot tell.
| l hope to see you again,
| And hope you wish to see me;
Let this ever be the hope of your friend
| A. A. A